Chapter 13

Chapter 13

In Zhang Qiong’s fourth month at the company, Qin Song purchased a hotel in City A.

Named the Tianfeng Hotel, it wasn’t particularly luxurious and was located near the university town.

Qin Song handed over all hotel-related operations to Hu Heng.

Over the past two years, Hu Heng had gradually stopped lecturing Qin Song about his extramarital affairs, having realized that his words fell on deaf ears.

Qin Song had also taken Huang Yuanrui out to dinner with Hu Heng a few times.

Qin Song specially renovated Room 302 of the hotel, keeping it closed to the public. It was decorated in the European light-luxury style that Huang Yuanrui favored.

Huang Yuanrui would occasionally fly to City A to visit him, and she always stayed there.

Eventually, Huang Yuanrui began to view Room 302 as her second home.

She stopped flying back and forth with luggage every time, leaving a portion of her clothes and toiletries in Room 302.

Her rental apartment didn’t truly belong to her; she had to pay rent to a landlord every three months. It was a constant reminder that the place was someone else’s.

But she didn’t have to pay rent for Room 302. Room 302 belonged to Qin Song, and Qin Song belonged to her, so Room 302 was her “little home” in every true sense of the word.

Huang Yuanrui was very happy, blissfully unaware that a year later, Qin Song would lead her to her death in this cozy little home.

One day, Qin Song took Zhang Qiong on a business trip out of town.

That evening, the two of them accompanied a client for drinks. Zhang Qiong had an incredible tolerance for alcohol-even higher than Qin Song’s.

After seeing the client off, they returned to their hotel and naturally ended up in bed together.

Between adult men and women, words aren’t always necessary; many things are understood instinctively.

Qin Song became completely addicted to Zhang Qiong.

Once the clothes came off, Zhang Qiong knew exactly what to do; every time, Qin Song felt like he was dying and being reborn over and over again.

Once the clothes were back on, Qin Song felt pity for her, admired her, and even respected her deeply.

Qin Song started calling Zhang Qiong “Sister.” In his heart, she became a goddess-like existence.

This was a feeling that a mere slip of a girl like Huang Yuanrui could never provide.

Thinking back now, Huang Yuanrui’s so-called tenderness and care seemed more and more like an act. Huang Yuanrui was like a cat-most of the time she spent licking her own paws, only meowing and rolling on the floor to act cute for her master when she was hungry.

Zhang Qiong, however, was like a mature vixen. Every gesture she made exuded an air of maturity and stability. Her tenderness was like a giant, warm marshmallow, naturally enveloping Qin Song.

Huang Yuanrui only knew how to spend money every day, whereas Zhang Qiong could help him earn more.

Zhang Qiong was a wife and a mother of two.

A woman who had been a mother possessed a different kind of warm temperament; she knew how to look after someone.

Since his youth, Qin Song had always adhered to the “fair, young, and thin” aesthetic, forever loving young girls. Forget a woman being six years older than him-even if she were just one year older, he would have considered her too old.

Not only did he like petite, fair-skinned girls during his school days, but the wife he later married was also incredibly thin.

He had always found plump women greasy and repulsive.

Huang Yuanrui was lean with a hint of fullness, but Zhang Qiong was slightly chubby. Not only were her arms a bit fleshy, but her lower abdomen was also quite soft.

Back in Qin Song’s high school years, the boys used to call slightly overweight girls “tanks.”

Looking back now, Qin Song thought that was absolute nonsense.

Qin Song began to look after Zhang Qiong with meticulous care. He made her throw away that “Five-Petal Flower” satchel she had bought from a department store and bought her three “Four-Petal Flower” bags in one go.

He even committed the names, ages, and schools of Zhang Qiong’s two children to memory.

He bought a mountain of expensive toys, snacks, and backpacks for Zhang Qiong’s son and daughter, and later bought them tablets and smartwatches.

Qin Song had never cared much for children, but now, it was a case of “love me, love my dog.”

Qin Song and He Qian had no children. He Qian couldn’t conceive. Meanwhile, his younger brother Qin Bao already had two daughters.

“Children” had always been an awkward topic in the Qin family.

Taking care of Zhang Qiong and her children made Qin Song feel proud.

He felt immense jealousy and contempt for Zhang Qiong’s husband, viewing him as not only incompetent but also pathetic.

A dog in the manger.

Whenever he bought things for Zhang Qiong and the kids, he always sent them directly to Zhang Qiong’s home via SF Express. He used this method to provoke and taunt that useless man: *The wife and children you can’t afford to support, I can.*

So what if the man came to his door waving his fists? *Your wife is helping you pay off your debts, and I’m supporting your wife. In a roundabout way, I’m helping your family pay your debts. You should thank me, and thank your wife. If it weren’t for me backing her up, you’d be out on the streets whistling for your dinner.*

Qin Song wanted to laugh.

He felt like a hero, a ray of sunshine in Zhang Qiong’s bleak life, sparing no effort to rescue her.